We Drink Coffee

We don't go to gyms. Not really. We coalesce, we drink things like coffee, or maybe a night cap. We don't have issues with chairs. We like sitting in them, actually, but prefer a couch.

While young our bodies may be lithe and svelte, but as we grow only a little older, emerging from our teens and our tender twenties, our bodies grow a little thicker, and a little downward. But we can still be beautiful, navigating from our desks, cup in hand.

We can sit and read forever and get up only to use the bathroom and to have snack time. We'll go hiking, but we go slow up the hills with heavy breath, smoker lungs wheezing.

Sometimes we conduct anthropological experiments. We observe passerby from a café seat where sometimes we see the other kind walking jauntily, healthfully. They run marathons and do bake sales on the weekend. We think, actually, how a bake sale would be cool. You could sit and drink coffee and eat tender pieces of banana bread and take money and maybe even smile a little.

(Thank you to Dogmilque for the beautiful coffee photo that I found on Flickr)